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VOL. XIII.

OCEAN CITY, N. J., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 1893.

NO. 23.

Ocean City Sentinel. PUBLISHED WEEKLY AT OCEAN CITY, N. J., BY R. C. ROBINSON, Editor and Proprietor. $1.00 per year, strictly in advance. $1.50 at end of year.

Restaurants. MARSHALL'S DINING ROOMS FOR LADIES AND GENTS, 1321 MARKET STREET, Three Doors East of City Hall, PHILADELPHIA.

STRICTLY TEMPERANCE. MEALS TO ORDER FROM 6 A. M. TO 8 P. M. Good Roast Dinners, with three vegetables, for 25 cents. Turkey or Chicken Dinners 15 cents. Ladies' Room upstairs, with homelike accommodations. PURE SPRING WATER. BAKERY, 601 S. Twenty-Second St. ICE CREAM, ICES, FROZEN FRUITS AND JELLIES. Weddings and Evening Entertainments a Specialty. Everything to furnish the table and set free of charge.

NOTHING SOLD OR DELIVERED ON SUNDAY.

H. M. Sciple. J. M. Gillespie. H. P. Sayford.

H. M. SCIPLE & CO., DEALERS IN Boilers and Engines, Every Size for Every Duty, DUPLEX STEAM PUMPS,

Third and Arch Sts., PHILADELPHIA, PA.

D. SOMERS RISLEY, No. 111 Market Street, CAMDEN, N. J.

Conveyancer, Notary Public, Commissioner of Deeds, Real Estate and General Insurance Agent.

Properties for sale and to rent. Money to loan on Mortgage. Telephone No. 16.

PETER MURDOCH, DEALER IN COAL and WOOD, Ocean City, N. J.

Orders left at 806 Asbury avenue will receive prompt attention.

Artistic Printing. Material--The Best. Workmanship--First Class. Charges--Moderate. R. CURTIS ROBINSON. Ocean City, N. J.

L. S. SMITH, CONTRACTOR IN Grading, Graveling and Curbing. PAINTING BY CONTRACT OR DAY. Eighth St. and Asbury Ave., OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Plasterers and Brick-Layers. W. STONEHILL. G. O. ADAMS. STONEHILL & ADAMS,

Plastering, Range Setting, Brick Laying, &c.

All work in mason line promptly attended to. OCEAN CITY, N. J.

LAW OFFICES SCHUYLER C. WOODRULL, 310 Market St., Camden, N. J. Solicitor of Ocean City.

Physicians, Druggists, Etc.

HOWARD REED, Ph. G., M. D., Physician and Surgeon, EMMETT HOUSE, Cor. 8th Street and Central Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

DR. J. S. WAGGONER, RESIDENT Physician and Druggist, NO. 731 ASBURY AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Pure Drugs, Fine Stationery, Confectionery, Etc., constantly on hand.

J. HOWARD WILLETS, M. D. Cor. 7th and Central, Office hours: 8 to 10, 4 to 6

DR. WALTER L. YERKES, DENTIST, Tuckahoe, N. J. DR. G. W. URQUHART, 2265 North 13th Street, PHILADELPHIA, PA. Will practice at Ocean City during the months of June, July and August. DR. E. C. WESTON, Dentist, 638 CENTRAL AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J. During August, and Saturday to Monday night of September. Attorneys-at-Law. MORGAN HAND, ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR AT LAW Solicitor, Master and Examiner in Chancery Supreme Court Commissioner, Notary Public, CAPE MAY C. H., N. J. (Opposite Public Buildings.)

Bakers, Grocers, Etc. JACOB SCHUFF, (Successor to A. E. Mahan,)

THE PIONEER BAKERY, No. 705 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Fresh Bread, Pies and Cakes daily. Wedding Cakes a specialty. Orders delivered free of charge. Nothing delivered on Sunday.

HARRY G. STEELMAN, DEALER IN FINE Groceries and Provisions, No. 707 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Contractors and Builders.

S. B. SAMPSON, Contractor and Builder, No. 305 Fourth St., Ocean City, N. J.

Jobbing promptly attended to. Plans, specifications and working drawings furnished.

JOSEPH F. HAND, ARCHITECT, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, Ocean City, N. J. Plans, Specifications and Working Drawings furnished. Estimates given on Application. Satisfaction guaranteed.

Nicholas Corson, CARPENTER AND BUILDER, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Estimates given. Plans and Specifications furnished. Buildings put up by contract or day. G. P. MOORE, ARCHITECT, BUILDER AND PRACTICAL SLATER, Ocean City, N. J. Best Roofing Slate constantly on hand.

HENRY G. SCHULTZ, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER, 2633 Germantown Avenue, PHILADELPHIA. BRANCH OFFICE Seventeenth and Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

ARNOLD B. RACE, UNDERTAKER, PLEASANTVILLE, N. J. All orders by telegraph or otherwise will receive prompt attention. Bodies preserved with or without ice. Office below W. J. R. R. at the residence of A. B. RACE. ARNOLD B. RACE. Plumbers, Steam Fitters, Etc. J. T. BRYAN, Practical Plumber and Gas Fitter No. 1007 Ridge Ave., Philadelphia. Circulating Boilers, Sinks, Bath Tubs, Water Closets, Lead and Iron Pipes, Pumps, Etc., furnished at short notice. Country or City Residences fitted up in the best manner. Sanitary

Plumbing and drainage a specialty. Orders by mail promptly attended to.

ROBERT FISHER, REAL ESTATE AND Insurance Broker, CONVEYANCER, COMMISSIONER OF DEEDS AND NOTARY PUBLIC.

Agent for the Aetna Life Insurance Company, of Hartford, Connecticut, and some of the oldest and best Fire Insurance Companies of America.

What's the matter with Ocean City? She's booming, that's all. New water supply sys-

tem; new electric street rail-

road; electric lights; new hotels; new cottages; new tenants and new guests; everything is on the jump, and Fisher is rushing the business. Call and see him, and put your money in Ocean City before things get up to the top notch. Fisher is one of the few pioneers of Ocean City and among its first Real Estate purchasers and Cottagers, intimately associated with all its history and identified with every step of its progress and the operation of its Real Estate,

has extraordinary opportunities for the transaction of all kinds of Real Estate and Insurance business.

FOR RENT--Having very ex-

tensive and influential connections, he has superior advantages in bringing those who have properties to rent and those who require them to-

gether, and at present has some of the finest cottages and other houses on his books at liberal prices.

FOR SALE--Long experience and personal dealing in Real Estate has made him expert in

values of both improved and unimproved property. Occa-

sionally even in such a prosperous town as ours some one wants to change or get out. Then we help them by helping some one else to a bargain. From Ocean Front to Bay, and all between, you can be suited with fine corners or central building lots. A few cottages, new and well built, now offered at cost.

Write for information of the Lot Club. Headquarters for every househunter and investor, Fisher's Real Estate Office, the most prominent corner in Ocean City. Insurances placed on most advantageous terms in best companies. For any information on any subject connected with any business enterprise write freely to Robert Fisher, Ocean City, N. J.

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THE HIDDEN CITY. By WALTER H. McDOUGALL. [Copyright, 1892, by Cassell Publishing company, and published in special arrangement with them.]

CHAPTER I. THE MESSAGE. The sun had just sunk behind the hills, leaving Evans Gulch in a soft shadow and its prominent citizens in a

brisk discussion on the merits of an old map which Sheriff Woodruff had produced to confirm one of his statements.

An old map it looked to be; greasy and marked by the fingers of hasty pros-

pectors; almost as ancient in appearance as an Egyptian papyrus that had lain pressed closely to the bosom of a mummy for ages. Yet the sheriff had sworn by

if for years, and he dared to produce it and lay it side by side with one of the

government's newest, that was almost as unintelligible from its plexus or red, blue and green lines, dots and specks, squares and circles, figures and names. The sheriff proudly stated that his map was made in thirty-seven, a fact that, for him, was proof of its virtues, for he believed that a map, like whisky,

gathered a virtue with years. It showed vast vacant spaces marked "unexplored

territory," and in spite of the fact that the chimneys in Leadville smoked in the distance, three miles away, where his reliable map showed an arid region, he

still affirmed his faith in it. He had his supporters, three or four, who swore by

the sheriff, and they stoutly backed him in his assertion that "there's just as many unexplored tracts in this 'ere country as ever--or nearly as many anyhow." Cale Whitley had the majority with him as with fluent gestures and few words he spread the new map, gaudy, butterflylike, on the faro table and said scornfully, "Put your thumb

on a spot where there's no names of hills, towns, rivers or camps!" The sheriff, whose thumb was none of the smallest, would have found it a difficult task even had he essayed it, but he would not deign to bestow a glance upon the "circus chart" as he called the painted thing.

All Evans Gulch knew what this discussion was about. It was an old sub-

ject, and the new map had been procured as a clincher to Cale's oft repeated assertions that "the whole country was explored, and no use talkin." A few of the least interested stood on the outskirts of the little gathering, half in the wide doorway, watching; with idle smiles that now and again broke into laughs as either disputant scored a

point, the big, quivering, fat figure of the sheriff--his red brown face, covered

with freckles, pursed up into oleaginous wrinkles as he listened--and Cale's wiry,

nervous form and excited eyes as he ran his thin, calloused hands through his long, leather colored hair. The ar-

gument was emphasized, punctuated and rounded out at frequent intervals

by the most astonishing and unnecessary profanity. Remarks of a highly personal nature interlarded the discourse, and names and adjectives were applied with an unconscious natural freedom that would have amazed any one unused to Evans Gulch. But remarks as to one's morality, sanity, parentage or nativity, when applied as aids to the open discus-

sion of a subject, were unnoticed in that locality, and were considered only as so

many flowers of metaphor, brightening the dull path of logical argument. So

Cale Whitley, in applying to the sheriff the title of a "driveling old windbag,"

in how it reflected upon his official ca-

pacity, and likewise, when the sheriff pointedly pronounced Whitley "an es-

caped lunatic from some eastern asylum," he did not in the least influence the opinion of his hearers, who knew Cale to be a good prospector and min-

eralogist and a man of varied accom-

plishments.

Standing nearest to the door, with his face turned upward toward the western

sky, stood a lean, tall boy watching the golden light wear off the hilltops and

turn leaden in the fading of the day.

His face, which was neither dreamy nor bright, wearing rather a listless, tired

look, suddenly filled with startled and fearful awe as speechless he raised his

hand and pointed toward the sky. The man nearest to him, who had been an interested listener, catching the aston-

ishment and terror in the boy's eyes, turned quickly, and a shrill shout es-

caped his lips. At the same moment a hoarse sound of many voices arose, and

all hurried to the doorway to behold sweeping up the slope an object new to Evans Gulch.

It was a large silk balloon. The dying sun's rays, already lost behind the hills, fell on its sides, causing it to resemble a huge ripe pear hanging in the blue vault.

The basket had a solitary occupant, who was making signs to the people at

the eastern end of the gulch to catch his anchor rope. They stood in amazed de-

light, however, and the monster came sweeping along, the rope's end trailing

up the street until Cale, seeing the object of the aerial voyager's shouts and signs, cried:

"Get hold of his rope, boys, and stop him!"

A moment more a laughing, rolling mass of men hilariously tumbled over

each other in their efforts to seize the rope, like a lot of frolicking boys, and

an instant later the giant mass swayed and tossed a few feet from the ground in front of "Keenan's joint."

The acronaut, leaning from his basket car, directed them to draw him down, and alighted among them with a grate-

ful word of thanks. He was a man of about forty-five, brown bearded, pale

and serious, but there was a firm look in his blue eyes that showed pluck and skill, and his mouth, clean cut, a trifle thin, but graceful, gave evidence of determination and perseverance.

The first words of the aerial visitor after thanking "the boys" were earthly and fleshly.

"Can I get anything to eat here, gentlemen?" instinctively addressing Cale Whitley. "The best in the land!" readily replied Cale. "Anything in reason from soda crackers to canvasback ham. We're out of whiskey, but there's lots of beer in camp yet. Come in, stranger, while we tie your hoss."

This proceeding, however, the stranger directed and assisted in explaining that

he feared lest unpracticed hands might cause the loss of precious gas. He then

entered the building, a one story struc-

ture, with a very wide doorway, where the faro table, in full view of the street,

occupied the central space, with many stools and narrow chairs scattered about.

The lean boy who had first espied the balloon had been dispatched to procure the guest some lunch, and he made such

haste that he returned with it by the time the stranger had seated himself.

Surrounded by the crowd if rougir, long haired and bearded men he presented a striking contrast to them in his neat at-

tire. Had he walked into Evans Gulch in a Norfolk jacket, knee breeches and

a cork helmet it is highly probably that he would have been met with a far different

reception and been treated with the scorn and contempt of the entire popu-

lace in their own wild western way. But his attire was befitting his advent, the first of the kind that the Gulch had been treated to, and the Gulchers saw

nothing inappropriate in his costume.

Balloons were unique, so were balloonists' clothes, was the natural ver-

dict, unspoken, almost unthought. Yet

all eyed him curiously, while kindly, and waited impatiently the completion of his modest repast.

His eyes were busy, too, roaming frankly from face to face in a way that

somehow told them he was "sizing them up," as Cale expressed it afterward, glancing at the faro table, the specimens

of quartz, porphyry, lead ores and carbonates upon the narrow shelf on the wall and the big broken roulette wheel

in the corner, tilted up on its side to afford more room to eager gamblers around the faro table. When he had finished Cale tossed the paper in which the lunch had been brought into the street and said: "Now, stranger, let's hear your story. This is

the first time we've had a balloon up here, and we're naturally interested."

The stranger, with a good natured smile, looked around at the eager, toil hardened and sin hardened faces--many of them--and began:

"My name is Pierce--H. R. Pierce, of San Francisco. I left Denver the day

before yesterday in the balloon, and was carried south till near Colorado Springs, where the current changed and carried me northwest. I was compelled to remain in the car, the nature of the country not permitting an easy landing. I am making an attempt to cross the continent in a balloon. That is my story, gentlemen, all there is of it, and I thank you for your kindness."

Finding so tame an explanation of the

phenomenon, most of the crowd soon dispersed. Cale Whitley and the sheriff somehow felt themselves to be in a measure Pierce's hosts, and felt the impropriety of indulging in Evans Gulch's only amusement while their guest refrained therefrom. When Pierce inquired for the hotel they both "smiled loudly," and stated that the place had not risen to that dignity yet--fourteen saloons, nine fare

banks, a post office, a provision store (also a saloon) and a "lockup" constituted, apart from sundry quartz crushers, the entire borough; but they wished to "extend to him the hospitality of their own 'shanty'--the best in the place too." Thither they conducted him at once, seeing therein a way out of their dilemma, for they both felt the agony of witnessing the game while being prevented from playing. A long, rambling conversation ensued, during which the characters of the two men unfolded themselves to Pierce's eyes, and he recognized their thoroughly practical American worth. The sheriff was transparent; simply a big, good natured Jerseyman by birth, who had lived in various parts of the west since boyhood, having made several small fortunes, spent them and expected to make another--a type frequently to be found all over the continent. Cale Whitley was not so easily read. He was more beneath the surface and was harder to get at, but Pierce had seen too many men of learning and refinement adrift in these western wilds to probe too deeply into any mystery he might imagine in Cale's past. He was content to find in them both materials that he might use. It was nearly ten o'clock when he said: "I am here for a purpose in which you might, if you are inclined, aid me materially. It's rather a long story, but I will make it as short as possible." He lighted his pipe, as the other two had done, and smoked a few minutes in silence, while they drew their chairs closer. Then he began:

"Two years ago I had a balloon made and left San Francisco in the month of June, with the wind taking us rapidly eastward. With me was a young man named Eric Gilbert. He was about thirty years old and one of the bright-

est men I ever knew. A linguist, a scientist, a mechanic, an artist; in fact he was possessed of more practical knowledge than any other man I have met; one of the most daring yet genial, good tempered fellows in the world. He was nearly six feet in height and weighed about a hundred and sixty pounds, and he was an athlete too. He could shoot well and ride well, just the kind of man in fact to undertake such an adventure as we meditated. It was to cross the continent to the Atlantic, and for a while all went swimmingly. "We had crossed the Rockies successfully and were in the Wasatch range, or rather between the Wasatch and the Elk mountains, when the current, which had been almost uniformly westward for days, suddenly changed and carried us down toward Arizona. We were not alarmed, although our supply of water was somewhat scanty; yet the gas held out well, and we knew that we would strike water at intervals. We had on board when we started a dozen carrier pigeons, seven of which had already been released and returned home. "We released one in the Elk mountains just before the current changed. We drove south all day, passing over the wildest and most magnificent canyon scenery at a high altitude, in a cloudless sky, until nearly sunset, when there came up a terrific storm.

"In spite of our attempt to rise above it we were hurled along with dreadful velocity and found ourselves nearing

the earth rapidly and in danger of being dashed against the enormous cliffs of the canyons, whose cavernous depths

yawned below us. The lightning flashed around us, and I feared every moment that the balloon would be set on fire. It

became darker every moment, and nightfall found us very near the earth, making mighty bounds up and down and driving along at the rate of a mile a minute. The anchor was thrown out, but failed to hold, the only results being to make the bounds and jerks more fierce. "It was totally dark, and about eight o'clock at night the car was dashed against the ground with such force as to tear apart several of the ropes, throwing Eric Gilbert out, with all our instruments, the pigeon crate and ballast, in an instant. The loss of so much weight caused the balloon to rise at once and dash away again, going higher every moment. I was almost crazy and lost control of myself. I looked down, and I fancied I saw lights and dwellings down in the canyon, people and cattle running about when the lightning illumined the scene, but as I knew that it was an uninhabitable wilderness I laid it to excited imagination, and I knew that poor Gilbert's bones would be whitening under the burning sun in a few days. It was impossible to help him. I could only hold on and let the balloon drive. It became frightfully cold, and I found that I had also dislocated my arm. "After a time I became unconscious and fell to the bottom of the car, which was covered with ice. When I recovered consciousness I found myself in the hands of a Mexican cattleman, on whose

ranch the balloon had descended, near Albuquerque, New Mexico. I was with him for several weeks, very ill and delirious most of the time. But I recovered and returned to San Francisco, where, to my surprise, I found that all but one of the carrier pigeons had returned before me. I heard nothing on Eric and naturally mourned him as dead, for no man could exist in the region three days. It is a waterless, burning, alkali desert. "Now for the strangest part of my story:

[TO BE CONTINUED.]

A tiny elephant, 3 years old, 36 inches high, 3 feet long and weighing 108 pounds, is on exhibition in Berlin. The dwarf phenomenon is from Sumatra. Its normal kin weighed at the same age from 3 to 3½ tons.